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  Abbot.

  'Tis useless all. No trace of him found yet.

  One hope remains: that fellow has a head!

  Stephen, I have sent for you, because I am told

  You said to-day, if I commissioned you,

  You'd scent him out, if skulking in his grave.

  Stephen.

  I did, my lord.

  Abbot.

                    How would you do it, Stephen?

  Stephen.

  Try one plan till it failed; then try another;

  Try half-a-dozen plans at once; keep eyes

  And ears wide open, and mouth shut, my lord:

  Your bull-dog sometimes makes the best retriever.

  I have no plan; but, give me time and money,

  I'll find him out.

  Abbot.

                Stephen, you're just the man

  I have been longing for. Get yourself ready.